Why I Love Skiing: Discomfort

Fall Line


Mom was a Protestant. My psyche is ingrained with the equation: “Pain = Virtue.” I’m not capable of real virtue, but frozen toes give me a (wholly specious) idea that I’m a good person. Dad was Irish. Frozen toes are an excellent excuse for drinking in the daytime. Look for me in the lodge around 10:45 a.m. You’ll find a good person, feeling pretty darn good.